You called me again today, I started to cry
Was too scared to say it: I love you, and i want to die
Would it make a difference? If I told you the truth?
Would that make it different? Give me something to lose?
I try not to call you, ‘cause that makes it worse
But some days i don't know what else to do
Might as well hit where it hurts
Could you do me a favor? Could you lie next time?
And tell me it's okay, and i know
That you think that i’m doing fine
We’ll never get back there, she took that away
That house isn’t ours now (or hеrs, anyway)
And i knew you the minute
I saw you upstairs on your own
Howеver you spin it, i’m here
And you're on the other side
Of the phone